Upside Down

Everything was perfect. Everything was as it was supposed to be. But when everything is perfect, something is bound to go wrong, and it did.
Samantha Aames and Harry Styles are close to becoming boyfriend and girlfriend, when she sees him kissing another girl. Is it all just a mistake? Is he just an a**hole or is there more to the story?
*The boys are not famous*


4. I Can't

I laid in my bed. Hoping everything was just a bad dream. Hoping that everything was back to normal again. Hoping that it was friday, and I was going to the party tonight.

“Samantha, you have to get up now,” my mom yelled from downstairs. I closed my eyes. It wasn’t a dream. I got up and looked in my closet. I found a pair of black skinny jeans, and a bright pink top. That’ll do. I didn’t want to do anything to my hair, so I just made a pony tail, and left my face looking like it always does without makeup on. I walked downstairs and put on my flip flops and then walked out. I wasn’t very hungry and I wanted to walk to school so I have to walk earlier. I like walking, especially when the sun is shining, the birds are singing and you can hear the wind blowing in the trees. I walked and walked and I suddenly realised that I wasn’t anywhere near the school. I must have taken a wrong turn or something. This was bad. I was lost again. I tried walking back, but it didn’t help, I was more than lost now. I then saw the channel, and remembered that it passes the school. I walked down to it. Now, which way should I go? Should I go left? Or should I go right? I’m gonna go with left. I started to walk, and after a while I saw the school.

“Yes, it was the right way,” I cheered for my self. I looked up at the parking lot, and then I saw Harry. My smile quickly disappeared, and I stopped walking. I didn’t want to go up there. I didn’t want it to be like yesterday. I didn’t want to talk to Harry, or Christine. I didn’t even want to see them, but I couldn’t skip school. Ok, I made a deal with myself. I’d go to school, and if I couldn’t take it, I would leave.

I walked in to the school and everything seemed normal. Everything except the fact, that nothing was normal. I saw Harry walk down the hall with his ‘gang’. The boys who ran this school. Harry as the leader, and then Liam, Zayn, Louis and Niall. I walked along the lockers, looking down at the ground, hoping he wouldn’t see me and he didn’t. Thank God.
“Hi Sam,” Niall said and my head shut up and I looked towards Harry, who was looking at me. I began to run, but he grabbed my arm, and pulled me into an empty classroom. We got in and he stood up against the door so I couldn’t get out. Then he locked it.

“Let me out,” I said calmly, avoiding his gaze. I should have just stayed down by the channel. I should not have gone to school.

“Please, just hear me out,” he begged, taking a step towards me, but I backed away.

“Why should I?” I asked on the edge of crying. I couldn’t hold them back for much longer.

“Just please listen,” he begged again.

“Fine,” I finally said. The faster he told me, the faster he would let me out.

“I am so sorry. She kissed me and I didn’t kiss her back,” he started. I rolled my eyes. “I didn’t kiss her,-” I stopped him.

“It certainly looked like that too,” I said sarcastically.

“It’s true,” he said and took another step towards me, and once again I backed away.

“Please forgive me Sam.”

“I can’t,” I yelled, and looked him in the eyes. I know he is lying. He kissed her back, I know. I saw. I could see the hurt in his eyes, but I couldn’t forgive him. He kissed my best friend in the whole world, and she kissed him too. He sat down and rested his head in his head. It pained me to see him sad, but I just couldn’t do anything about it.

“Harry, please understand,” I said and a tear left my eye. I walked out and saw everyone looking. Everyone was very interested in what had happened, but I still didn’t care. This didn’t concern them. Christine came over to me.

“Are you ok?” she asked.

“No,” I said looking her straight into her eyes. Another tear fell down my cheek. I could see that she regretted it. We had always had this connection, we could have a whole conversation, just by looking into each others eyes. But I just couldn’t forgive her. I couldn’t forgiver either of them. They didn’t deserve it, and no matter how much I missed them. No matter how much I wanted to forgive them. I couldn’t. I can’t.

I walked out of the school and down to the channel. I sat down on the grass and my tears were streaming down my cheeks. Out of control.

“I’m really sorry about that,” I heard someone say. I looked up and saw Niall. I rolled my eyes and looked down again. I didn’t want to talk to him. He put me in the situation with Harry. Anyone can say that they’re sorry.

“Look, I just wanted to let you know that I am sorry,” he said. I looked back and saw that he was leaving. I sighed.

“Niall,” I began, and he stopped. “It’s alright.” He came back and sat besides me.

“How are you doing?” he asked sounding really concerned. Maybe he really was sorry after all.

“Not that good,” I sighed. A couple of more tears fell down and Niall quickly embraced me in a hug, which only made me cry even more. It felt good to have someone to comfort me. Someone to wipe my tears away. He pulled away from me holding my arms and looked me in the eyes.

“You know you have me,” he looked really serious and I nodded. He then pulled me back into the hug. Maybe it was a good thing I got to know Harry. I mean, it was pretty bad that he and Christine betrayed me, but I got to know Niall, Liam, Louis and Zayn, and I actually liked all of them.



After dinner I went up to my room. I laid down on my bed with my head in my pillow. I miss Christine. I miss talking to her. I miss being with her. I miss all our weird conversations, and our sleepovers. All those nights we spent together, being up all night, just talking about everything. I miss Harry too. I miss his green eyes. I miss his soft curls. I miss his laugh, and

his smile. I miss looking at him and not thinking, just being hypnotised. The way those green eyes could go on for ever. His humor and.. I just miss every little thing about him. I miss the way they both understood me. In a way not even my family does. That night I cried myself to sleep.

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